Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Does Li Jingshen love Shen Zhichu?

Speaking of love, why did Shen Zhichu stand by indifferently when he knelt down in front of everyone in the rain and broke all his pride?

Said he didn't love her, but he stayed here guarding Shen Zhichu for two days and two nights without closing his eyes.

The nurse shook her head and said she didn't know.

Li Jingshen didn't make a sound, and started to wander again, as if he wasn't the one who asked the question just now.

The nurse pushed the medicine trolley and left the intensive care unit. At noon, Zhao Qian came to report to Li Jingshen with a stack of materials.

After reading it, Li Jingshen signed several urgent documents and handed them over to Zhao Qian, and asked, "How is Shen Changnan?"

"I have handed over the evidence according to your instructions, Shen Changnan can't die." At most, he would lose some money, which made Zhao Qian a little confused.

You said it took so much effort to send Shen Changnan to prison for execution, why now you have to submit evidence to the court to prove his innocence... Doesn't this make the effort of manpower and money in the early stage come to naught?

Zhao Qian didn't understand. He had been with Li Jingshen for so many years, and he knew that the president never did business at a loss. He acted ruthlessly, saying that he was a capital sucker. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can tear apart the skin and bone, and he will never leave any residue for the other party. .

Li Jingshen lowered his eyelids: "Okay, you can go back."

Zhao Qian didn't move, hesitated for a moment and said: "President Li, Miss Xia called me when she couldn't get through to you, and asked when you will go back..."

"Don't worry about her, you continue to focus on Shen Changnan's case, and get rid of the online video news about Shen Zhichu's kneeling."

"...Yes." Zhao Qian didn't expect that he would cause so many troubles by asking casually, so he touched the tip of his nose and left quietly.

Li Jingshen got up to take a cup of warm water, and familiarly took a cotton swab to stick the water on Shen Zhichu's chapped lips carefully.

He smiled bitterly, not only did Zhao Qian not understand him, but sometimes he himself could not understand himself.

Originally, he just said that he would let Shen Changnan live and spend the rest of his life in prison, but now he actually planned to release Shen Changnan from prison, which completely pushed back the previous plan.

Why do you do this?

Maybe it's just that he simply doesn't want to provoke Shen Zhichu, and doesn't want to see the disappointed expression in her eyes.

Shen Zhichu can't die now, she has to live, she has the same blood as Xia Mingyue in her body, they have signed an agreement, if Xia Mingyue is dangerously injured, who should he turn to for rescue without her...

Li Jingshen threw away the cotton swab in his hand, got up and walked towards the window, and pushed open a gap. After several days of continuous rain in Rongcheng, it finally cleared up today, and the sunlight slipped in along the window, like a thin layer of golden sand sprinkled on on her quilt.

After staying indoors for too long, seeing the sun suddenly, the eyes are not used to it, Li Jingshen slightly squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, unexpectedly saw a rainbow in mid-air.

He turned his head to look at Shen Zhichu who still closed his eyes on the bed, "Shen Zhichu is sunny outside, and there is a rainbow, when you wake up, I will push you out to have a look."

The voice was so gentle that he didn't even realize it.

"What you are worried about will not happen. The Shen family is not collapsed, your father will not die or go to jail, and I will not go back. I will always be here with you."

Shen Zhichu's fingertips moved, and the quiet instrument next to the bed suddenly rang.

Li Jingshen was taken aback, and hurried over to grab Shen Zhichu's hand, he leaned over to stare at her face and called her name twice again.

Shen Zhichu's eyelashes trembled, and his dark eyes slowly opened up, narrowing into a slit...

The moment Shen Zhichu opened his eyelids, he saw a white ceiling.

Her brain was like a plate of loose sand, and she couldn't concentrate no matter what, she stared at the ceiling for a long time in a daze, before she noticed Li Jingshen standing beside the bed.

She opened her mouth and couldn't speak. She watched the man ring the bell in a hurry, then went to the door to call for someone, and then came back to her, holding her hand, and said something in his mouth.

Shen Zhichu was very unfamiliar with Li Jingshen like this, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming, she moved her hands and the indwelling needle on the back of her hand hurt a little, and then she knew that she was not dreaming.

She frowned and looked over, a bag of milky white liquid was hanging on the back of her hand connected to a transparent hose, and the liquid was dripping slowly.

After a while, Qin Mo rushed over with two nurses, and drove Li Jingshen who was standing in the room out.

"Zhichu, is your body still hurting?" The various data of the body have been restored to the previous state, and there will be no danger for the time being.

Shen Zhichu looked at Qin Mo, unable to speak, could only shake his head and tell him that he was not in pain.

In fact, there is no pain in the body just after waking up. The hands are cold, the body is sore and limp, the anesthetic has long since passed, and the wound is also aching. It's just that she is used to suppressing these things so that those who care about her won't worry.

Qin Mo stroked her hair: "You've been in a coma for 46 hours, it's normal if you can't speak, you can drink some water to moisten your throat later."

She had just had an operation and was unable to eat for the time being, so she could only rely on nutrient solution to maintain her body functions.

Shen Zhichu nodded again.

Qin Mo turned around and took a glass of water, slightly raised Shen Zhichu's head and watched her take a couple of sips.

"Is it better?"

"Okay...it's better..." The voice was hoarse, and it hurt to speak, as if a thorn was stuck in it.

Shen Zhichu's voice was very low, and the others in the ward could not help but wait for her to speak, and became very quiet for a while.

It was so quiet that the woman's slightly rough voice could be heard. She turned her head and looked at the door, and asked hoarsely, "Does he know about my illness?"